under this starry night i dream,that maybe you were looking at the same sky as i am. then a sudden rush of coldness engulfed my being, a shower of unexplained emotions rained,all i could do is to bathe myself, of this Melancholic Memories of my so called Love Affair.those dreamy brown eyes, your arms your hands, your lips,: how i longed to touch them, feel them,kiss them again; How i vaguely remember your care, warmth, passion. how i reminisce or sweet nothings,our endless chats our sharing of hopes, fears and aspirations and how i barely recall our cherished-moments together.
But all i have now is longing, an empty realization that our love affair never worked out; for a reason i cannot recall, or for the reason that i don't want to recall; or for the reason that i suppressed in the deepest part of my unconscious or for the reason that i am afraid to admit to myself that i made a stupid decision; to forget these memories just to convince myself that i have moved on.once again i am left here in the dark corner of my room,looking out the window on a starless sky, marveled by a realization: that i still f*cking love you
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